Chapter 29 The Almost Confession

• Damian hadn’t slept since the night he kissed her.
• The memory still burned beneath his skin as a mistake, he told himself, a weakness he couldn’t afford. Yet every time he closed his eyes, he saw her standing in his study, trembling but unyielding, refusing to sign the papers that would’ve set them both free.
• That morning, he’d taken refuge at the seventy-seventh floor of Blackwood Tower, pretending to work. Numbers blurred on the screen while anger curdled in his chest at Adrian’s betrayal, at Astrid’s manipulation, at himself for still caring about Elena.